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Singapore Sandwich

Hot on the heels of the ice cream hot dog comes the Singapore ice cream sandwich.

In the event that you are not crazy, you would likely think that an ice cream sandwich looks like this:

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The “if you are not crazy” caveat is definitively important. Because some people are crazy, though I admit I cannot argue with the logic of deciding that an “ice cream sandwich” is ice cream between slices of bread. I guess.

Oh wait! Not done yet! There’s an extra surprise the Asians have for me, the unsuspecting foreigner.

Sneaky.

Barbeque Breakout

Upon my return to Canada, I spent a couple of weeks in Saskatoon-and-area visiting mom and the siblings. There was a lot of beautiful spring weather, though coming from Malaysia, the temperature had very suddenly dropped and I was frickin’ cold everywhere I went. Nonetheless, I sucked it up and enjoyed it.

An important spring ritual: brushing the leftover snow off the BBQ and making burgers. It was my brother’s genius idea, as is illustrated here:

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Flip the burgers! Flip them! Flip like you’ve never flipped before, goddammit!

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Final product: frickin’ awesome (with dill pickle chips).

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More where that came from

If you’re into this, I can’t help but think you’d also enjoy Marlon’s Intercontinental Champion, a log of my friend’s adventures in Japan. Many of them are food-related - something I wholeheartedly approve of.

The worst part is when she bites the head clean off

So there we are, minding our own business on the streets of Bangkok, when suddenly this guy trundles past pushing a cart full of food. Not at all unusual in itself, of course, except that this particular food-cart was full of fried bugs. Insects, caterpillars, the whole works.

I was less than appetized. Tya, however, couldn’t wait to get up all on that shit. She bought a little bag of everything, I think. I couldn’t just stand there and watch her eat all the fried insects without me, of course, so I stole a couple from her. Little caterpillar things. They were all right, I guess. Mostly just kind of crunchy and salty. My imagination was too vivid for my own good, however, and I quickly opted to let her finish the rest of them.

By the time she got to the big ol’ grasshopper, I knew I was way out of my league.

Dragonfruit Milkshake

Melaka: a city south of KL. Spent a day there being touristy. And nothing washes down the a mouthful of tourist quite like an impossibly pink milkshake.

Special travel edition

Comin’ home from Asia. My first North American meal: to be had during a lengthy layover in Chicago. I figure since I’m in the US anyway, I may as well get something really really American, and something I have’t been able to get in Malaysia.

Ah ha! A Chili’s Bar and Grill! Perfect.

Nothing says Land of the Freetm like a burger the size of your head covered in bacon and cheese. It’s like five times my daily caloric requirement, and ten times my recommended daily intake of America.

Ice cream, meet hot dog.

There is really nothing I can say that would add to this.

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